It's an ironic. Having an allergic to somethng that we work/life with. It's so pity, if the Koala having an eucalyptus's caterpilar allergic. And its a poor wolfmother, if she is a furry allergic. And me, allergic of cotton's dust. Errr, not only cotton actually, for every kind tiny winy dusty fabric that i cut everyday.
But: I love my allergic. [As wrote on the sticker at my allergic Doctor's room]. The suggestion is important, rite?
I do love my allergic.